“ Wayland, despite his genial manner, inspired him with a vague sense of hostility, and, as if he were not sufficiently distracted by all this, Fraser and George kept him in a constant state of worry from other causes. The former was continually involving him in some wildly impossible enterprise which seemed ever in danger of police interference. He could not get rid of the fellow, for Fraser calmly included him in all his machinations, dragging him in willy-nilly, until in Boyd's ears there sounded the distant clank of chains and the echo of the warden's tread. ”
Rex Beach
Summary
"The Silver Horde" by Rex Beach is a novel set in the rugged world of Pacific Northwest fisheries and cannery operations, focusing on characters like Boyd, Emerson, and Fraser as they navigate the volatile dynamics of salmon ventures and industrial labor.
Themes of isolation, ambition, and the psychological strain of unrelenting work are underscored by vivid depictions of sled journeys, the clatter of machinery, and tense interpersonal conflicts. The narrative intertwines the harsh realities of the dock and the Arctic wilderness with the characters' struggles to reconcile personal desires with the unforgiving demands of their surroundings.
Quotes from The Silver Horde (Rex Beach)
“ Boyd laughed. "I am afraid a hydraulic proposition would not interest such a hard-headed business man as you." To himself he added: "Good heavens! I am worse than Fraser with his nebulous schemes!""Oh, hydraulic mining? Well, hardly!" the other replied. "I understood Miss Wayland to say that this was something better than a mine.""Is a hydraulic a mine?" inquired Mildred; "I thought it was a water-power of some sort!""Once a miner always a miner," the younger man quoted, lightly.As if with a shadow of doubt, Marsh next inquired:"Didn't I meet you the other evening at the Annex?" ”
“ Why, every summer when the run starts he comes across the marshes and slinks about the Kalvik thickets like a wraith, watching from afar just in order to be near it all. He stands alone and forsaken, harking to the clank of the machinery, every bolt of which he placed; watching his enemies enrich themselves from that gleaming silver army, which he considers his very own. He is shunned like a leper. No man is allowed to speak to him or render him any sort of fellowship, and it has made the man half mad, it has turned him into a vengeful, hate-filled fanatic, living only for retaliation. ”
